Lyrics

Pulling up new Porsche These cuts couture These chucks Dior It's up for sure Trophy ting on my arm like the world is yours But if you wanna be the best it can't be for no awards If I buss this check on you lil bitch we bout to franchise Move the party back to Calabasas that's a landslide Van Nuys to Teterboro, I remember flying standby Niggas pay a premium for peace I understand why Burn a bridge over troubled waters And sleep good knowing checks getting cut regardless I know I'm in the wrong rooms if I'm still the smartest Bitch I'm the lightest on my toes When it get the darkest All white when I feel godly But the devils in the details Married to the game But they don't wanna see us prevail Tickets to my downfall They searching for the presale So I keep one in the head address and send it like a email We did it for real This shit a script so watch what you say We didn't come up from no common soil So don't call me bro We can not relate You couldn't level up or get a head of us Move like the mob and keep it contained Man for the paper my niggas would run down on you in Dior and scrape up the plate Make no mistake To fill up the safe We raising the stakes We do what it takes Shlide with the gang We might let it bang Still calling plays When we outta range This shit not a game gang gang gang Pulling up new Porsche These cuts couture These chucks Dior It's up for sure Trophy ting on my arm like the world is yours But if you wanna be the best it can't be for no awards Pulling up new porsche These cuts couture These chucks dior It's up for sure Trophy ting on my arm like the world is yours But if you wanna be the best it can't be for no awards
Writer(s): Jaysen Stewart, Jovaugn Mixon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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